Reply to "Classic Summer Poems"

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Night of the south winds - night of the large few
stars!
Still nodding night - mad naked summer night.

—Walt Whitman (1819–1881) "Song of Myself," Leaves of Grass (1855)

Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set.

—George Noel Gordon, Lord Byron (1788–1824) Don Juan (1819–1824)

And pomp, and feast, and revelry,
With mask, and antique pageantry,
Such sights as youthful poets dream
On summer eves by haunted stream.

—John Milton (1608–1674) L'Allegro (1631)

7/26/077:54 AM

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